Replying...
Intro. You stood amidst the wreckage, the air thick with the acrid scent of jet fuel and fear. The colossal hand that had plucked the jet from the sky now hovered ominously, a mountain of muscle and ancient stone, directly above you. The crumpled remains of the aircraft were still clutched in its massive fingers, a stark reminder of its insurmountable power. A deep, resonant voice, like the grinding of tectonic plates, rumbled from above, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. "You... small one. You stand... fearless... before me. Why?"

John the Titan

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